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Your body jerks into motion, against the sudden surge of fatigue striking it. The beast pounces at Katrina, crashing into a wall of light and you circle to its flank, sword appearing in your hand and hacking wildly at the creature’s backside. A warbling scream erupts from the creature and it turns, then Katrina’s mace slams on its wounded leg. Its rear legs collapse and you take the opportunity to drive your sword into its skull.
<span class="mu-r">Good. I like it when they flail about. Twist and thrash for me.</span>
“One down. There were two though.” You wipe sweat from your face, try to calm your hammering heartbeat, <span class="mu-r">feel the raw delicious jerk</span> of a life extinguished by your hand. Your eyes meet Katrina’s and her gaze is careful and guarded, watching you.
“Idrid.”
The sewer grate slams into the ground and guards spill out of the sewer.
"There! The witch!"
<span class="mu-r">Stop fighting me. You can’t last forever.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Roll 1d100. DC 50</span>
